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The “New” Me

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

 

my healed hand

In my September post “Lessons from the Fall” I ruminated about the August 12th break of my right wrist. My ulna and radius bones have healed as well as they’re going to. What can I say now in the aftermath of their healing? What lessons did I learn after months of healing, pampering, cajoling, heating, exercising, and massaging my arm?

The major lesson I continue to learn is: I am not the same. Yes, my bones healed but the accompanying mashup of arthritic bits and the remaining stiffness and swelling in my hand (as opposed to my wrist) means I can’t move my hand in all the ways I could before. I can do much, but I rely on workarounds a lot.

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Words Fall In: An Interview with Lauri Schoenfeld

By Melonie Cannon

Not only is Lauri Schoenfeld a diverse writer, she is an advocate and healer for hurt souls. A survivor of abuse and child scoliosis, Lauri has overcome those challenges and through deep introspection guides others along the same healing path. She is the greater of Inner Enlightenment, a business built around connecting to your inner …

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Praying Not to Shrink

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

We have our son and his family living with us during these pandemic days. Their little 3-year-old son Nelson and his 9-month-old brother Linden are my daily buddies. Linden can now scooch in a commando crawl and reach just about any destination he sets off for. Nelson is gobbling up vocabulary and spitting words out with panache. After a recent rhyming fest he announced “I am  prolific with poetry.”

Watch out world.

Nelson also has occasion to say the blessings on the food at our communal meals. He has a little intro he always uses: “Heavenly Father, thank you for blessings. Thank you for God….”

Even his parents aren’t sure where he came up with that. It’s pretty all encompassing, isn’t it? It reminds me of a prayer Mr. Rogers (of “Neighborhood” fame) taught folks. “It’s easy,” he said. “Just three little words: “Thank you, God.”

Right now our family has another urgent reason to pray.

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Holiness in High Places

Yesterday morning my oldest daughter and I woke at 5:30 AM so we could be on the road by 6. As we drove up the canyon, a flash of golden light burst through the clouds, illuminating a small patch of eastern sky. By 6:40, we had slid on our packs and were hitting the trail. …

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Holiness in High Places

By Catherine Arveseth

Yesterday morning my oldest daughter and I woke at 5:30 AM so we could be on the road by 6. As we drove up the canyon, a flash of golden light burst through the clouds, illuminating a small patch of eastern sky. By 6:40, we had slid on our packs and were hitting the trail. …

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Interview with Elizabeth Pinborough: Print Maker, Creative, Advocate

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

  Introduction   Elizabeth Pinborough is one of Segullah’s own. She serves on our poetry board. She has described herself as “a Salt Lake City poet who believes in miracles.” Her list of published works is impressive with a new book called The Brain’s Lectionary: Psalms and Observations forthcoming from By Common Consent Press. Her …

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Elizabeth Pinborough – Artist Statement

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

Paper Bullets of the Brain* is a collection of linoleum cut prints made with black oil-based ink and white printer paper. They are printed by hand using a book as my press. The images are reproductions of artifacts from the Metropolitan Museum of Art online open-access collection. I created these linocuts while recovering from a …

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Drenched…with Joy?

By Linda Hoffman Kimball

Drenched … with Joy?

Yesterday it snowed for the first time this winter season. Yep. We go from summer to winter without a whole lot in between. Thankfully, the snow melted when it was 6 or so inches from the ground so nothing stuck. It’s just a matter of time. We live at 8300 ft. adjacent to the Uintah National Forest in the desert state of Utah. Seasons here are (more or less) 5 months of winter, 4 months of mud and 3 months of exquisite spr’/’ummer/’all. As a native of the Prairie State of Illinois, I’m still not used to this.

Another issue we face in our mountain home is that for the past year, every time it rains or snows, we get water dripping into our family room. Above the family room is a deck with a trough that is supposed to shuttle water (or as they call it out here “moisture”) to the gutter and down to the ground. To mitigate all the problems with your house, you can see this here and find the most quality and professional home repair services.

Something has gone wrong.

Our past efforts (changing the pitch of the deck/rerouting the gutters/adding extra waterproofing to the deck surface) have failed. People can check out the best roofing services in Spearfish, SD, for waterproof roofing systems. This means that in our family room we have a bright yellow bucket surrounded by towels propped up like a permanent fixture along with the comfy chairs and a good snooze-able couch. That bucket throws off the entire fung shui of the place.

Today is the first day of our late$t attempt at fixing this problem for good.

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Perhaps, faith is a blanket

By Shari Crall

Regret Having come in a carefree Moment Moves in. I make it a nest And curl up with it Hugging it to my chest Feeding it wildly. It will grow And I will grow The world will grow And one day I’ll know I can live with it Or without it And it will fly …

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Homeostasis

By Megan Wilcox Goates

I’m back in physical therapy (“back” being the key word; it’s for my sore lower back and right hip). This is the most elderly-sounding thing I’ve ever written. I did therapy for a few months last winter wherein the PT guided me through the exercises and stretches I needed to do to bring my core …

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